Josie turned and walked away her head down, fists clenched. I would almost feel bad for her except for the fact that she’d called my girl one of my sluts. Later for her, she knew what she was doing.
Before I could move to get to Carrie she was on Patti. She slapped her so hard her head turned.
“That’s for fucking with me, next time I’ll kick your fucking ass, pathetic bitch.”
“Touch her Patti and you’ll never set foot in this house again.”I got between them before she could retaliate; I was so fucking pissed, what was this bitch’s problem?
“But she hit me.” She held her face where Carissa’s palm print was beginning to show.
“Everybody out.” Matt got the stragglers to disappear back into the room, the show was over.
“Patti what the fuck?”
“But Mattie....”
“No, I told you to leave my brother alone, what are you deaf, what the fuck is your problem, you on my brother’s dick or something?”
“What, no.” She turned up her nose like she smelt something vile.
“Then what the fuck is your problem?”
“Her, she’s my problem, can’t you guys see through her bullshit, she’s a gold digging, wanna be.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it, if only she knew how hard this girl had fought against me, I don’t think Carissa’s mind even ran to money or how much I had she was more about getting out and making her own, the girl was independent as fuck.
“Matt handle your shit, that’s the last time, anything else and you’ll have to fuck her on the football field because she won’t be coming back here.” I didn’t even spare her a glance as I took Carissa’s hand and dragged her back upstairs.
“Let go of me, I’m going home.” She went for her overnight bag as soon as we got in the room.
“No you’re not, you won right, you finally got to meet Josie, you now know you have nothing to worry about on that front, you bitch slapped Patti, which I’m sure you’ve been wanting to do since day one, and you got me to declare my feelings for you in front of half the school. What’s the problem?”
“What’s the....?” She threw the fucking lamp at me. I deflected and it fell onto the mattress thank God, I loved that thing. As she was looking around for another missile to launch at my head I came around the bed and tackled her.
“Get off me asshole.”
“Language.”
“Fuck you.” I laughed as I rolled her under me, her hands held hostage over her head.
“You’re gonna get an ass whipping you keep this up.”
“Try it bitch.” She pushed up against me trying to throw me off, but it had the opposite effect.
My dick, which usually got excited when she was having one of her fits, was ready for action.
It was an easy thing to hold both her hands in one of mine, raise the hem of her skirt with the other, pull down my zipper, and ease into her.
“Mine, always.”
I moved in and out of her, our eyes connected, I bent to her lips, lifting her hips up to meet my thrust as I cautioned myself to go easy, softly, gently.
Her legs wrapping around my ass drew me deeper into her as we rocked against each other.
“Fuck baby, why do you feel so fucking good under me?” I didn’t expect an answer as she was too caught up in her own feelings, milking my dick for her greatest pleasure.
The way she enjoyed me went to my head, if anyone else had ever worn that look on their face as I fucked them before I never saw it, it was as if everything that came before her was a blur, a pale pencil shading compared to a masterpiece.
Seventeen years old, fuck, who’d tamed who?
Chapter 19
Josh
We spend all our free time together, most of it with me inside her. Things were evening out, there was no more drama about the whole Josie thing, but I did notice that my lamb had a jealous streak a mile wide, she hated for other girls to even say hi to me.
She’d get this look on her face, it was cute as hell not to mention seeing her act that way was a huge turn on and I’d usually end up cornering her in some empty class room or some shit for a quickie.
The whole school was abuzz with our new relationship, some people seemed to see it as a challenge, or some shit because I’ve had to knock a few assholes on their asses, but whatever.
She still tries to prove her independence every once in a while, I let her slide on some things but on others I put my fucking foot down, she fucking hates that shit.
The first time I gave her a hard pounding, hair pulling fuck to put her in her place she didn’t speak to me for two days. Didn’t matter though, I still dragged her out of her house on both mornings and took her to school and made her sit with me at lunch.
She’d retaliated by disappearing the following weekend, I saw a pattern and brought it to her attention, if she ran away every time she got pissed she just might end up like her mother. She didn’t like that either and she’d still got her ass beat. I guess she’d have to figure out a new way to piss me off.
I was coming to realize there was no winning with this girl, she just wouldn’t quit, I had to stay on my fucking toes at all times, you’d think that would get stale fast, but it’s just what I needed, it’s what I’d seen in her that first day, that extra something that none of the debutants had, she was a challenge, but more than that, it’s who she is. I loved the fuck out of that. At least I know I won’t ever be bored out of my fucking mind with her. She kept me hard in and out of bed.
I wondered what her plans were for college and how much of a bitch fit she was going to pitch when I told her she was going with me to Dartmouth.
Speaking of which.
“You’re spending Thanksgiving with my family, tell your dad.” We were on our way home after school this is where for some reason we have our more serious conversations these days.
“You might try asking instead of ordering.”
I gave her a look, the only time this girl didn’t give me trouble is when I’m buried deep inside her, then she followed my lead, other than that she just had to fight me tooth and nail.
“Must everything be a pissing contest with you?”
“Who’s pissing, I’m just saying......”
“Carissa Anne, your dad probably has to work on that day, you’re spending it with me what’s so hard about that?”
“Just because you have a dick doesn’t make you in charge, besides my mom was making noises about me coming out to Arizona........”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me; I know all about your relationship with your incubator, you’re not going.”
“Steele, seriously, you need to lay off the Xanax or whatever drug you’re doing.”
I just smirked at her, whenever she was losing an argument she resorted to insults.
“Carissa, where do you see this relationship going?”
“What?”
“Us, where do you think we’re headed?”
“How the hell should I know, we’re both still young, who knows what the hell will happen from one day to the next and the way you drive me crazy one of us might end up in the morgue and I’ll be doing twenty five to life.”
“Har, har, cute, since you don’t know let me cue you in. We’re it, you for me, me for you, that’s it, so when you make decisions please keep that in mind.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“You’re always saying you had to grow up early right, you had to make adult decisions at a very young age, well make some now. This is the face you’re going to be seeing for the next sixty years at least, this is the life we’re going to have, outside of school that is, we’re gonna go off to college, one day we’ll get married and have kids, those things will change but the two constants in all those scenarios will be you and I, that’s never gonna change, not for either of us, so when you make these choices, keep that in mind.
If you sneak behind my
back and by some miracle make it to Arizona, think of the consequences.”
Carrie
Why couldn’t I fall for a sane boy? Someone who knew how these things worked in the twenty first century, someone who wasn’t so damn infuriating and fucking hot at the same time, I mean that was just not fair?
The gig is up, I know and he knows how I feel about him, fuck if I’ll admit it out loud though, annoying asshole.
Those two days when I’d run away from him after his fuck as punishment stunt, I’d missed him so much it was almost like a physical pain, that’s when I knew. He’d fucking hooked me, and not just with sex. It had taken me a while to realize that he was taking care of me, in the beginning I thought he’d been handling me, but he wasn’t, he took care of me. It was so weird. Maybe because no one else had ever done that for me before, well except Michael, he had tried when I was younger.
He didn’t trust my truck, so he brought me to and from school and anywhere else I wanted to go these days. He bought my clothes for me, and I’d noticed that all the things Paula had fulfilled were slowly but surely being filled by him. Michael didn’t make much money at his job I knew, well not the kind of money to keep me in designer wear and I have to admit to having a weakness for the finer things that’s why I’m still milking Paula for extras, but with Joshua it wasn’t necessary, it’s like he knew whenever I needed something, if I didn’t know better I would swear the boy had my room bugged or some shit, then again I wouldn’t put anything past him.
He was always looking out for me, his new kick was my school work, for some reason it had become very important to him that I kept my grades up, not that that was a problem, though I am nowhere near his caliber, I can hold my own.
Michael thought Joshua was the shit, he didn’t even mind us being alone together at the house, and he had to know that when I had a sleep over with Vanessa that I was really with Joshua but he never made a deal out of it. The two of them even had long drawn out discussions about sports and Joshua helped Michael set up his computer software. Weird.
I had no intentions on spending thanksgiving with Paula, she probably just needed to impress someone and that’s why she invited me, as if, the only time I did anything for her was if there was something in it for me, mercenary I know, but that’s what she fostered.
I already know my dad had to work, he’d told me guiltily only the day before, I’d been prepared to spend it alone, it wouldn’t be the first time. I should’ve known there’s no way Dom boy would let that happen. Still, couldn’t have him having his own way all the time, where was the fun in that?
“Maybe I’m thinking of jetting off to Greece for a few days, I did make some nice friends there last time.”
Oh shit, he’s pulling over on a long stretch of deserted road surrounded by woods, why the fuck can’t I keep my mouth shut, I wonder what it would be, my ass or my pussy, it was too much to hope he’d forgotten those pictures of me and my little Greek friend. Fuck.
He came around to my side and pulled the door open. Oh shit he’s pissed. Can I make a run for it?
“Out.”
Chapter 20
Carrie
“Get outta the fucking car Carissa.”
“It was a joke Joshua what’s your fucking problem?”
“I’m not fucking smiling, out.”
I folded my arms and looked straight ahead. Bad move.
The next thing I know his hand was around my neck and he was pulling me from the car. I think it was the first time I was ever really afraid of him. What had I done?
He pushed me ahead of him with his hand around my neck as we went farther into the trees; my heart was beating so fast. Every horror story I’d ever heard about young girls being found dead flitted through my head.
I was so out of it I never thought to fight back, it’s like I was in a parallel world or something.
He pushed me against a tree and held me there, pinned with a hand around my neck, his head hanging down as if trying to collect himself.
I tried to talk but the flexing of his fingers cut that off.
“Do not speak, that’s what got you in trouble in the first place. Didn’t you learn anything about me in the last few months, huh? Do you really think you could throw that dick in my face without retribution?”
He squeezed tighter making me finally put my hands around his wrist to get him off me.
He was looking right into my eyes, no emotion on his face, his eyes a dead stare. Without another word, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his pants loops.
Taking both my hands in his he tied them together with his belt before pulling me behind him. He looked around as if searching for something.
Pulling me over to a tree with a low lying branch he pulled my hands up and hung them over my head.
His hand went up under my skirt and tore my panties away. I think I came, how the fuck was that possible, to climax through fear.
He pushed two big fingers inside me making me lift to my toes even more. With a switch from the tree, he spanked my ass as he fingered me. The pleasure and pain was too much as I tried to twist away from them both.
“Stay, don’t you fucking move. You want to act like a woman, then take it like one.”
Throwing my head back I screamed as he wailed away on my tender ass. I was fucking crying by the time he threw the switch to the ground, my pussy was drenched and I was never so
embarrassed and so turned on in my life.
Josh
She never fucking learns, it was always two steps forward and three steps back with this girl, when would she learn that I was in control, that that’s the only way it could be? I knew she was putting up a fight out of fear, the fear of rejection, of neglect, all the life lessons that her bitch of a mother had taught her, and if it took me the rest of our lives I’ll show her that with me she didn’t have to worry, I wasn’t going anywhere, but she wouldn’t get away with this shit. Ever.
When I was through beating her ass I ran my fingers through her slit; drenched. Putting my fingers in her mouth I bit into her neck as she licked and sucked her juices.
“Are you going to behave, don’t ever mention that prick to me again, you even think of pulling a stunt like this again and I’ll really let you have it.” I pulled her head back by her throat.
“You hear me?”
“Uh huh, please.....”
I took my dick out of my pants and rubbed it against her dripping sex.
“I should really leave you hanging here, literally and figuratively.”
“Please Joshua, don’t....”
Huh, she must be really far gone, she would never beg me otherwise, my lamb was a fight to the end kind of girl.
I slipped my cock into her from behind and slightly under, her raw ass rubbed against my groin as I started off slow. With her tits in my hands I pounded her furiously as she hung by her hands tied above her head.
“Mine, mine, mine, my pussy, say it....fucking say it.”
“Your pussy.....please.”
“Fucking take it.” Grabbing her hair roughly in my fists, I bruised her lips with a punishing kiss.
I know her ass had to hurt from her punishment, now her pussy could join the fucking party.
I used my cock to punish her farther as I pounded my whole length in her angrily.
“See what happens when you push me too far? What your stubbornness gets you Carissa; you still think it’s funny to throw that shit in my face, huh?” I slammed into her again.
“You want to cum?”
“Yes, make me cum please.....” Her voice was raw from her screams.
I’d been neglecting going anywhere near her clit, this was a punishment after all she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it.
Pulling out of her abused pussy I dropped to my knees and licked her from behind. She yelped and pushed back on my tongue, trying to force me deeper inside; I pulled back and teased her entrance with the bare tip making her keen.
Getting back to my fee
t, I got in front of her and rubbed my cock back and forth over her pussy while she was on her toes trying valiantly to get me right where she needed me, too bad.
I came all over her pussy and lower stomach making her cry even more.
I pulled her down from the tree and marched her back to the car, after throwing her into her seat I went around and got in.
She was turned away from me crying.
“You never throw another man in your man’s face unless you want to bear the consequences, now you know there’re some lines you never cross with me.”
I started the car and took her home, I didn’t get out like I usually did, just drove off in anger.
Chapter 21
Carrie
Michael took me to the airport in Port Angeles.
“You’re sure Joshua knows you’re leaving?”
“Yep.”
“You’re sure, because he called and told me you were spending thanksgiving with him and Margaret said I should come by after my shift.”
“It’s fine dad, we talked about it, besides it was a last-minute thing.”
“Okay kiddo, so I guess I’ll see you Sunday at six right?”
“Right dad.”
I kissed his cheek quickly and exited the car.
Sitting on the plane, I was afraid Joshua was gonna come strolling down the aisle to drag me off. I kept looking around every other second, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
We took off twenty minutes later without incident but I was still nervous as fuck though. Now I’d done it, there was no turning back I’d made the play.
I might have feelings for Joshua, but I’m not his fucking kid, he can’t just do shit like that and get away with it. I’ve been taking care of myself for too long for someone to come along and rule me now.
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